Hanger Issues

Hey, GUYS!!!

Remember when I said the other day that I had forgot what I was going to post about?!

Well, I just remembered!

(So, just pretend like I wasn’t forgetful and this the actual introduction, okay?)

Hi, guys!

So, I was cleaning up my room a few days ago, doing the usual, tossing unwanted stuff, throwing out trash, giving away old clothes. . .

And, that’s when I remembered something I used to do when I was a little girl!

So, it may just be me, but does anyone else remember feeling sympathy for objects?

For example, when I was little, maybe eight or nine, I would do the laundry in the houseβ€”In fact, I still do it to this dayβ€”and when it came time to search for hangers in my parents’ closets, I always felt bad.

You see, as a child, I felt so bad for each hanger that didn’t get picked to have some clothing item hung on it! πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

Isn’t that CRAZY?!

Without out fail, I would be overwhelmed with sadness for the hangers that would have to be “naked” until the next day when I would choose them for the next load of laundry!!!

I used to do the same thing with my parents, themselves!

If I kissed my mom, then I felt obligated to kiss my dad, otherwise he would feel left out or that I was showing favoritism to my momβ€”At least, that’s what my tiny, little girl logic was. 🀣😊

Anyway, when I was cleaning my room, that same sympathy as a child came over my body as I was throwing out the movie DVD cases that I no longer had movies for!

I had kept them for years, but I decided it was time to throw them out and then I had a GUILTY conscience for getting rid of them. . .

And, that is the story of how I became a hoarder. . .

Just kidding, but this literally JUST happened!!! πŸ™„πŸ˜‚

I’m not joking!

I know, I’m crazy. 😊😏

Anyway, it just amazed me how I could feel such sympathy for an object again!

Maybe one day I’ll grow out of it, but I hope I never do!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

The Sand Man’s Spell

Well. . . It happened again.

Guys, every kid has that one thing that they carry through life.

It could be their mom’s wedding ring or a special camping trip memory with their dad. . .

Mine is more negative than that. . .

So, I have had nightmares since I was VERY little, and typically I just roll over and a new dream will start, but not last night.

I had a nightmare that had me in tears at SEVENTEEN! And yet, I can’t remember a single thing about it. 😣

I remember praying to God to take the nightmare from me, and I know it happened because my eyes feel swollen from the tears I had shed.

I don’t look down on people with their insecurities because I myself still have nightmares. . .

There’s this one movie that if I watch it to this DAY, I get the same nightmares I had as a kid.

You wanna know what it is?

Shark Boy and Lava Girl.

I don’t know why but that movie used to haunt my dreams as a kid with Mr. Electric tormenting me. Yuk!

Anyway, even though I have nightmares, I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY LOVE to sleep!

You can ask anyone in my family and they’ll tell you that I can sleep anywhere at anytime.

It doesn’t matter if it’s in the car at noon, I can still sleep for a good two hours. . .

I think it is because I have nightmares, that I’m fascinated with Rise of the Guardians.

Apparently, it’s this movie where all these figments of kids’ imaginations (Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sand Man, Jack Frost) come to life and protect the kids’ dreams from the Boogeyman.

I don’t know. . . It just always seemed to intrigue me as a kid.

Now, I know only God can help me get through my nasty dreams. . .

Anyway, I thought I’d share a little bit more about me!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Put the Christ in CHRISTmas

I’m going to be honest, I had an idea for a post today. . . But, I can’t remember what it was about. . .

Well. . .

Christmas is coming up.

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I don’t celebrate Christmas because everything about it has pagan roots, except for the little bit of Jesus some people throw in.

Don’t get me wrong, I used to celebrate Christmas when I was younger, but I didn’t want any part of it when I found out that there’s a scripture that literally says, “Do not learn the ways of the nations or be terrified by signs in the heavens, though the nations are terrified by them. For the practices of the peoples are worthless; they cut a tree out of the forest, and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel. They adorn it with silver and gold; they fasten it with hammer and nails so it will not totter.

~ Jeremiah 10:2-4

Doesn’t that sound EXACTLY like a Christmas tree?!

It’s funny. . . Because on the last year we celebrated Christmasβ€”when I was thirteenβ€”we literally had to hammer a nail into the wall to keep our tree from falling over. 🀣

And, just so y’all know, we weren’t those Christians that celebrated Santa and elves and stuff like that. We were the Christians that decorated our tree with scriptures and only things that exalted God and made sure that we put the Christ in Christmas. . .

But, we still got gifts. We still participated in all the traditions of Christmas, like going around the neighborhood to “ooo” and “ahh” over Christmas lights, and attending White Elephant gift exchanges, participating in Christmas cookie bakeoff’s, and watching Christmas movies.

(But, I’ll admit that I’m not perfect; I still will watch Christmas movies every now and then.)

And, in different countries, they celebrate Christmas with more pagan traditions, such as letting an evil, demonic goat, named Krampus, punish little kids when they’re bad.

And, if you don’t believe me, just check out the History Channel explanation of Christmas’s origin. It’s not even from a Christian perspective, and it still says as much.

But, I don’t judge others when they say they celebrate Christmas, because I know that I once celebrated Christmas too. . .

It’s really hard at times, though, because my parents and one of my sisters don’t associate themselves with Christmas, but my younger sister, brother, and every other relative I have, do celebrate Christmas or celebrate Christmas traditions.

I get it, though.

One day, we’ll all know what was good and what was bad, but I’m just trying to follow my heart and what I now believe is the right thing to do.

With all that being said. . .

Believe it or not, I am a Christian, even though I don’t celebrate Christmas or Easter.

But, I do/will acknowledge that Jesus, my Savior, was born, was dead, and was resurrected from the grave all for me and my sins. I don’t dismiss Jesus just because I don’t celebrate “Christian” holidays.

On the contrary, it’s because I want to be more like Jesus that I DON’T celebrate the “Christian” holidays.

We all have to make our own decisions. . . Choosing to not celebrate Christmas is just one of my most recent ones.

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace

How Disney Got it Wrong!

So, I found this post in my drafts 🀣. I thought it was worth posting!

. . .Okay, is it just me or are there other people out there that watched Disney’s Pocahontas and screamed at the TV when she fell in love with John Smith?!

Because YOU KNOW that history says she married a guy named John ROLFE!

And, you don’t want to believe that Disney is lying to little kids, so you just deny the fact that Disney was wrong all together. . .

So, you go around saying that your history book is wrong instead of the movie because you don’t want to be deceived like that by your beloved Disney Princess movies!

Yep, that was me.

UNTIL. . .

I moved to Oregon and went to the library just a few minutes away from our house.

I was browsing the kids’ movie aisle when I noticed a second copy of Pocahontas.

So, I pulled it out of place, and gasped at the sight before me.

THEY MADE A SECOND POCAHONTAS!!!

So, me being the responsible Junior in High School that I was, I borrowed the movie, came straight home, and binged watched the entire movie without telling Alyssa, who also hated the fact that Disney got it wrong. . .

AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS IN THE SECOND POCAHONTAS?!?!

No joke, they kill John Smith right off the bat, and introduce John Rolfe!!!

I was so happy! 😁

Then, it gradually shows John Rolfe falling in love with Pocahontas until boomβ€”plot twist!

John Smith is ALIVE!

Then Pocahontas has to choose which John she TRULY loves. . .

Yep, best MOVIE EVER!

I love sequels that are worth watching, and the movies that are historically accurate 😊

Anyway, sorry you had to hear me rant, but Disney redeemed themselves in the end, and I’m satisfied now. πŸ˜„

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Dramafest

Does anyone else HATE, like absolutely LOATHE, drama?

Not like THE drama as in plays and musicals, but like the verb form when people just want attention so they create fights attempting to put the spotlight in their direction. . .

I wouldn’t say I’m a dramatic person, and Alyssa loves THE drama (noun form) but she doesn’t like drama (verb form).

I find drama exhausting. . .

When Glory was little, she constantly was creating drama with her friends.

They would be friends one day and mortal enemies the next. . . And, even though Glory isn’t the cause of the drama at her school now, she somehow is wrapped up in the middle of drama created by others.

I don’t like drama.

Right now, my only friends in Oregon are really my sisters and the people I see at church. . . My sisters can still make ANYTHING drama, but I can shut them out.

So, church is my only drama free world. . . Or, so I thought.

Guys, why do people have to have the spotlight on them? Why can’t we just share it and live a peaceful life? Why is that so important to others?

At church we have people who want to stir up trouble. They want to cause drama. They want to hurt others to create the illusion that they have more “power.”

I’m tired.

I don’t understand why they do this. . .

I don’t understand how they can be all in, and then suddenly be all out.

I base my judgment off of my parents’ judgement and counsel (for the most part). . . But, when I make my own decisions, I’ll consult God and a wise friend.

But now, my judgment just wants the drama to end. I’m 17, but I feel like an old woman whenever it comes to drama.

I know it sounds weird, but whenever some sort of drama comes along, I feel like the world is ending, as if I’m not going to make it through that drama before I die.

Anyway. . .

To sum up this post. . .

Please don’t be that dramatic person.

Its not attractive and it turns people away from you.

Just be you, and share the spotlight!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

When Scent Makes Sense

Hi y’all!

So, like three weeks ago, I received the author’s copies for my novels!!!

Anyway, so I need to go through and edit them AGAIN, because a writer’s work is never done. . . 😁

And, so I decided to highlight all of my mistakes so that I could easily find them later.

But, then I thought it would be cool if I marked sticky notes in my books every time a scenario I wrote about applied to my life.

So. . .

I’m literally only on Chapter 6 of 20!

I know, I’m a mess. πŸ˜‚

Anyway, since I started doing this, I thought y’all might enjoy some of the notes I left. . . 😊

(I blocked sentences out that weren’t related to the sticky notes so that you guys could understand it better.)

(APUSH stands for Advanced Placement U.S. History πŸ˜ƒ)

Comment down below if any of these apply to you!

I have TONS of other sticky notes too, but I chose a few of my favorite ones, especially the notes about Alyssa! 🀣 She doesn’t know I posted this!!!

So, that’s what I’ve been up to recently, although I have WAYYYYY more editing to do!

As I’ve said before, Twilight Woods is my favorite novel so it has less mistakes than the others do, so I chose to do this one first because I like to read it on my own time. 😊

I don’t know; it may sound weird to some of you guys, but I get tickled when I find old stories of mine and little diaries I kept as a kid. . .

Hey! I just realized that I never told y’all why I named my book Twilight Woods!

Okay, any time I say the title, everyone automatically thinks of The Twilight Zone, but that has NOTHING to do with my story!

So, on one day in February (this year), my mom took us to Bath and Body Works because they were having a sale on all the discontinued products, and so a lot of the products were cheap.

Now, I only like one scent from there, Japanese Cherry Blossom.

So, when we arrived, I was dead set on just getting my normal scent and then waiting in the car for my sisters to take an HOUR to find something that pleased them.

But, when we were browsing the clearance rack, I noticed this 3 in 1 pack that was in a beautiful periwinkle package. . . And, periwinkle is my favorite color, so I naturally was drawn to the bundle.

I decided to give the scent a chance. . .

I opened the lotion up and took a big old wiff.

It smelt SOOOO good! SOOOO sweet and yet not overpowering!

I fell in love with the scent, as in I would probably say that it took Japanese Cherry Blossom‘s spot for my favorite scent!

I actually still have it and carry the spray around with me in my backpack. . .

It was called Twilight Woods.

So, yeah, I literally will take something as simple as a scent I liked and turn it into a novel!

And, ironically, I just ran out of my Twilight Woods scent, so I had to go to Bath and Body Works yesterday to replace it. . .

But, it was discontinued. 😒

So, I had to pick a new scent. . .

But, I couldn’t choose a favorite! 🀣

I really REALLY like the Frosted Coconut Snowball one, though. It smells so GOOD!

Anyway. . .

I hope you enjoyed the inspiration behind the story!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Confession Time. . . ADDICTION

So, I feel like I must confess my recent sin. . .

Guys, I tried so hard. I really did.

17 years I have been clean, but last week I finally caved under the peer pressure. I finally defiled myself. . .

I swear it was because of Alyssa’s influence. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have fallen.

But, GUYS!

I’m so HAPPY! This stuff makes life so much easier!!! πŸ˜†

Where has it been all of my life?! 😏

I’m an addict now, and I’m not ashamed to say it because I know my family and parents will accept me in the end. They love me and will overlook my new habit, my new choice of drink. . .

Here’s my fridge now, stocked.

Oh my gosh! This stuff is soooooo GOOD!

I’m a little bit scared that I am for REAL addicted to the stuff.

My friends’ parents each tried it while they were staying with us, and they said that it tastes like watered down alcohol or wine, soooooo. . .

I want to be careful so that I don’t EVER think it’s okay to drink alcoholic beverages.

This drink is where I draw the line.

I will not drink anything over that amount of alcohol. And, it only has 0.5% of alcohol in it, but I want to limit myself anyway.

I’m also thinking about branching out to coffee if Voila Coffee can make a flavor I like. . .

I know. . . I’m crossing over to the dark side. πŸ˜‚

Oh, hey!

I did a new cover art photo last night!

Remember the slave girl story I wrote about before?

I redid her painting to make her look more innocent, more wounded, more human like. . . But, at the same time, she looks like a character and cartoony.

Here it is:

Cool, huh?

I used my brush pens for her hair, clothes, and wounds, but I had to use normal watercolor paint for her skin because it always shows streaks when I use the pens.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my addiction account! πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Oregon, Day 10: Saying Goodbye

Today was the day. . .

I had to say goodbye to my best friends. 😒

I caught Zach and Judah off guard this morning and their reactions LITERALLY describe how I feel right now.

But, I’m fine. I didn’t cry this time, but I knew we are going to see them next month, so that could be why I wasn’t so emotional.

It’s okay though. This trip really helped me mentally.

I’ve finally been able to move on from my childhood crush and my best friend. I’m content. I don’t feel like I need to compete for their attention any longer.

I think I’ve finally grown up. . . which is a good thing, I guess.

Now, I don’t have anyone to obsess over. 😊😁

I think I’m content with just being single. At the moment, I don’t really want a guy to pay attention to me.

I just want to focus on my faith and my family.

But, maybe one day I’ll find my Prince Charming, and when I do, I’ll know that I’ll get my happily ever after. . .

You know what? Life is beautiful.

It really is.

God created such a beautifully complex and gorgeous world with societies that are full of the impossible.

The people in my life are what make life worth it.

Choose to put the people first in your life instead of the world that possesses your life.

That’s the key to happiness in a material world.

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Oregon, Day 9: Teenage REVOLUTION!

Today we kids were left alone while the parents went on a hike to see a waterfall. . .

Ummm. . . There was 10 of us. Ten TEENAGERS left home alone!

Now that might sound like a rebellion just waiting to happen, and if I’m being honest. . .

Here are some texts from our group chat after the parents hadn’t been gone for TEN minutes.

This conversation. . .

Led to this conversation. . .

Yep. That happened. 🀣

Anyway, ALL TEN OF US procrastinated our homework all week because we wanted to spend time with each other, so we had to do homework for the majority of the time.

Our parents were gone for 5 hours.

The girls cooked lunch for the first hour. Then I spent the other four hours preparing and cooking dinner.

While dinner cooked, we played SIGNS together!

IT WAS FUNNNNN!

Oh, hey. . .

Did I mention that I was put in charge of these kids?!

Yep. I was.

But, everyone was chill.

No revolt happened, no one got hurt, and no one caught the house on fire.

It was actually really nice without the adults around. I tidied up, cooked, switched laundry, did part of my homework, and still managed to play with my friends.

Today was a good day. . .

I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. 😫😣

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

Oregon, Day 8: Camping

I can’t say that I’m happy at the moment.

My friends are leaving the day after tomorrow. . .

It seems the days have gone by without the mercy or beauty of prolonged time.

I want life to just slow down for a bit, just long enough for me to enjoy the special people in my life. 😣

I can tell y’all that I think this trip was good for me. Y’all know my relationship to these boys and my girlish dreams of marrying my best friend.

But, I think seeing them again has shown me that I can move on with my love life. They have girls that they like, and I have my own celebrity crushes. We can still be close friends and that’s what is important. 😊

Anyway, today we went to a campsite just to hang out; we even stopped by the Metolious River!

Oh!

And, a Sheriff showed up too!

I honestly thought he was going to force us to leave, but he was actually pretty cool! He just wanted to tell us that there was a gazebo just a few campsites over. πŸ˜πŸ˜†

Cops are so nice in Oregon!

Anyway, we stayed at the site for 4 hours talking and catching up on memories and such before we grabbed some Dutch Bros. on the way back. 😁

I’m going to miss my friends when they leave!!! 😭😒😭

But, it’s okay because we’ll see them in only SIX weeks!

Guys, never let a friendship die on your account! It’s worth it to put in the effort in a friendship. The things you reap from it are worth all the time you sow into it!!!

Love,

Grace πŸ’œ

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